I’m sleep walking through life.
Numb to my darkest thoughts haunting me in my dreams, revealing the demons that's entered in my life.
Does he know?
He is so perfect in my eyes, how can I ever let him in?
I wish I can share the thoughts that I trap in a glass bottle, and throw into the sea hoping my problems will be washed away.
Afraid that my thoughts are so toxic that I’ll poison him; tearing him away from me.
I realize that this is a battle I must fight on my own.
I can only hope he’ll wait for me to bloom into the rose that he ready see in me.